I was raised on a farm [no wisecracks please...;))] and until I got married and moved away from home I had no real idea what "store bought" stuff tasted like.
Everything from chickens, pigs and cows to tomatoes and corn were all home-grown.
Fresh bread was baked twice a week and pies were made from fruit canned in the fall.
The cellar was loaded with canned and dried *everything*.
Heck, we even made our own potato chips.
[and they are better than anything you've ever ate from a store]
Just a few years away from all that and this formerly 'pleasingly plump' little farm gal lost a lot of weight.
I simply had no apppetite for anything in the stores and stopped eating very much.
"Chicken" tasted like only what you'd seasoned it with and scrambled eggs just tasted like butter-fried salty fluff.
I'm not *even* gonna start on the whole "sausage" issue....LOL!
We are lucky in that we have a local seasonal farm market and several slaughterhouses where everything is raised and processed right there and *not* in a "mass production" sort of way.
The only milk I drink comes from a local dairy.
It's very limited in supply and the cows are all happy, coddled creatures.
I wish you could've tasted the tomatoes my one grandfather used to grow.
His house was built on what used to be a river bottom and they were the reddest, juiciest, most delicious things you could ever imagine.
The dirt in his yard was rich and coal-black.
Come fall, everyone wanted to be his "best buddy"...:))
"I'm not *even* gonna start on the whole "sausage" issue....LOL!"
That's one issue I grew up understanding. My dad owned a butcher shop, would not eat sausage, and told me why.
"I wish you could've tasted the tomatoes my one grandfather used to grow."
So do I.
Stop it.You are making me hungry. I will have to call home and find out when my relatives are gonna butcher a sheep. My coisins and I are good at it now.